Reluctantly, I break our lip-lock, guiding her to a chair.
“Did you cook this?” she asks, moaning appreciatively around a mouthful of my chicken pasta.
“I did. I do most of the cooking around here.”
“How come? And where are your parents? They didn’t mind me coming over tonight?”
“My parents are dead,” I explain, cutting even pieces of my chicken. “They died in a car crash four years ago with our sister. It’s just Roman, me, and our guardian now. He travels a lot with work.”
Sympathy splays on her face, and I fucking hate it, but I disguise my feelings. “I’m so sorry. That must be hard.”
I shrug. “We miss them, but life moves on.”
She reaches her hand across the table, linking her fingers in mine. “I get now why you were so protective of Roman that night.”
“My brother means the world to me.” I stare her straight in the eyes. “There isn’t anything I won’t do for him.”
Chapter Seven
Emery
“Can I touch you?” Zayn asks as I lie panting underneath him on his bed. My lips are swollen from his possessive kisses, and my body tingles all over as need coils low in my belly. The couple of wine coolers I had with dinner have relaxed me, and I’m nodding before I get all up in my head. I want this with him. I know he’ll make me feel good, like always. Those mesmerizing amber flecks in his eyes shimmer as lust floods his face. It’s good to know I’m not the only one feeling this.
His lips claim my mouth in a passionate kiss, and I sigh in contentment as my fingers curl in the back of his hair. Zayn takes his time, kissing a wicked trail from my lips, along my jaw, down to my collarbone, and across the swells of my breasts.
“Your skin feels like silk,” he says, his warm breath ghosting across my flesh leaving a rake of fiery tingles. He tugs on my dress. “Can I take this off?”
My heart pounds wildly behind my rib cage as I gulp back nerves and nod. He helps me to sit up, and we maintain eye contact as he removes my clothing, leaving me in my lacy underwear. Nerves fire at me from all angles as his gaze roams leisurely over my body. I barely resist the urge to cover myself.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, toying with the strap of my black bra. Brushing my hair aside, he plants a tender kiss on my neck, and a delicious shudder rocks my entire body. “So sexy.” His finger slides under the strap as he slowly draws it down my arm. “Super sweet,” he adds, brushing his lips against mine before dragging the second bra strap down my arm. “And all mine,” he says, flicking the clasp on my bra and whipping it off like he’s done this a hundred times.
He probably has, a nasty inner voice says, but I punt kick it away. Nothing is ruining this moment.
“Damn, Emery.” His awed tone matches the look in his eyes as he cups my boobs in his large palms. A whimper flees my lips when he thumbs my nipples, and they immediately tighten under his heady touch. “You’re perfect.” Leaning down, he sucks one nipple into his mouth while his fingers knead my other breast.
It’s as if there’s an electric cable from my boobs to my pussy, and I clench and unclench as moisture dampens my panties. “Zayn,” I purr, leaning back on my hands to steady myself as I thrust my chest out, inviting him to devour me.
“What do you need, princess? Tell me, and it’s yours,” he says, moving his attentive mouth to my other breast.
I grind on the bed, my cheeks heating up as I try to vocalize my desire. “I need you to touch me…down there.” A dark blush creeps up my neck and onto my cheeks.
His gaze is a mix of adoration and amusement as he stares up at me. “I need you to say it. You want me to touch your pussy, princess?”
I bob my head, and he chuckles as he straightens up. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes.”
He chuckles again, dragging his fingers temptingly lower on my belly. “Yes, what?” He quirks a brow, not even attempting to hide his delight now.
I’m not one to back down from a challenge, so I level him with a loaded look and say, “I want you to touch my pussy. Now, please,” I tack on the end for some stupid reason.
“Adorable,” he murmurs as he cups my crotch through my panties. “Fingers or tongue or both?”
“Both,” I blurt without hesitation.
He brushes his fingers back and forth across my panty-clad pussy, and a strangled sound rips from my lips. “Has anyone gone down on you before?”
I nod, and his brows furrow in a scowl. “The douche ex?”
